Julia Webb-Harvey

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What gives life meaning?

The news this morning of Tessa Jowell’s death deeply moved me. Among the many tributes to her, I heard, again, the speech she made to The House of Lords regarding NHS cancer treatment. If you haven’t heard it, or read… Continue Reading →

My London Book Fair – a Newbie’s tale

London Book Fair is insane. It is immense. It is hectic. It is overwhelming. It is for the industry, and in many ways, not for an outsider, like me. Why go? It was a school trip, an invitation to attend… Continue Reading →

Book Review (with a difference): Manhattan Transfer, by John Dos Passos

This is a departure from the way I usually like to review books. It isn’t a review about the story (I’m not even sure how to begin on that one), nor the structure. Rather, it’s what studying Manhattan Transfer has… Continue Reading →

G is for gig rowing…

What else could ‘G’ be about, but gig rowing. I belong to Flushing & Mylor Pilot Gig Club, and for our Welcome Pack I interviewed several members about their gig-rowing story. In the same vein, here’s mine. I started rowing… Continue Reading →

Book Review: Other Voices, Other Rooms by Truman Capote

This is a curious book, chosen from a long list of novels for the study block ahead (why the University stopped calling them terms, puzzles me). I have been meaning to read Capote for a long while. More known for… Continue Reading →

Book Review: La Belle Sauvage (Book of Dust), by Philip Pullman

I steadfastly tried to ignore the hype about La Belle Sauvage for two reasons. I didn’t want anything to distract me from the progress of the MA, and I didn’t want my mind clouded by others’ opinions. I managed to… Continue Reading →

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